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Crap. I was usually good at interacting with women. This woman had turned me into a hormonal teenager.
“My dad’s fucking my friend,” she said.
She was still getting settled when those words came out of her mouth. The “F” word threw me. Our previous interaction had been so professional, I wasn’t sure what to make of it.
But one thing I did know was that I liked this side of her. Especially since she’d undone an extra button on her blouse. I still couldn’t see cleavage, but the bare strip trailing down from her neck served as a sexy preview.
“Sorry.” She lifted the martini glass and tipped it toward me slightly. Liquid bounced precariously around, but apparently she’d drank enough of it to allow some wiggle room. “Rough day.”
“Your father and your best friend?” I asked.
She took a sip, then set her glass down, already shaking her head. “Not my best friend. She was my college roommate. Taylor and Carly over there are my best friends. We’ve been buddies since high school. We share a condo a few blocks from here.”
So, she lived a few blocks from work. That could come in handy for the occasional lunchtime quickie.
What was I thinking? I could not sleep with this woman. She was coming to work for me. But I couldn’t go the rest of my life without knowing what it was like to kiss her—assuming she wanted to kiss me back, of course. I wasn’t even sure if I’d make it through the rest of the day without having her naked beneath me. Or on top of me.
“I caught them in his office.” She laughed and looked up toward the ceiling. “The same office where we have meetings. And here’s the funny part.” She sat back and settled her hands on her lap, the drink seemingly forgotten for the moment. “I got her that job. So, the first day, she apparently just walked straight in there and took her clothes off.”
It was totally inappropriate, but I was suddenly imagining Harley walking into my office and taking her clothes off. She’d start slowly getting rid of that jacket and the skirt. The blouse would come off one button at a time. I’d finally get impatient and rip the rest of the buttons off, devouring her with my hands, my mouth, my tongue. I’d take her right there on my desk—the same desk where I’d process her hiring paperwork Monday morning.
Yeah, that was just a fantasy. Nobody was having sex on my desk or in my office. I definitely drew the line there.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “That was pretty rotten of your friend.”
I didn’t say a word about her dad. I had nothing against Reed Baxter, even though he seemed to think I was ripping off his business idea. Never mind that his business had evolved from a small, local outdoor Christmas light installation company to one that specialized in lighting technologies. And my company went after bigger markets from the start. Instead of decorating individual houses in a neighborhood, we bid on lighting for the community clubhouse. We installed lighting for department stores and restaurants, only adding color changing after we developed the technology. I’d had no idea Reed’s company even existed until later.
“It’s just—” Harley stared at her drink but left it on the table. “Dads don’t have sex.”
“I’m pretty sure they do.” I clamped my mouth shut, thinking it through. I finally spoke again. “I assume your father’s not married.”
She shook her head. “Mom says he’s a commitmentphobe. I think his thing with her was casual.”
Weird. She was talking about the way she was conceived. Apparently, she’d come to terms with it, but it pissed me off. I’d had my share of casual hookups over the years, but never once had I gotten a woman pregnant. If I had, I would have done right by the mom.
Okay, so maybe Reed had done right by Harley. All I knew was that she seemed to see her parents as a hookup. That told me something went wrong somewhere.
“Let me buy you another drink,” I said, noticing all of a sudden that she’d drained her red concoction.
“I’ve got a better idea.” She slid the drink away from her. “Pay your tab. Let’s get out of here.”
3
HARLEY
This wasn’t about my anger over finding my dad with my college friend. Okay, maybe it was a little about that. But what it was really about was how wet this guy made my panties.
Three sips into that martini, I knew what I wanted. My dad’s biggest rival would take my virginity.
Yes, it was an act of rebellion of sorts. But I wanted this guy. I couldn’t explain it beyond that. I looked at him and all I could think about was getting him naked. Getting me naked. Getting us naked.
“Where are we going?” he asked, sliding into his leather jacket as we stepped out onto the street.
I’d waved goodbye to my friends, who’d looked after me with concern, but they knew who this guy was. He was my new boss. Besides, I didn’t really give them an opportunity to stop me from leaving with him. I was pretty sure nothing they could do would change my mind.
“Is your office empty?” I asked. One glance over at him told me that was a no-go.
“Can’t guarantee it.” He shrugged. “And there are security cameras all over the place.”
